A warrior walked up to Yi Yun, looked at Chen Yuanyuan and Zheng Zhifeng, and then snorted coldly at Yi Yun, "Where are you from the waste? Give me your two wandering girls, and I will spare your life!"

"The situation of the god horse?" Yi Yun was a little confused. He couldn't understand what the warrior said, but he could see a arrogant face from the other party. It was obvious that people looked down on him. [.Com/text,

Yi Yun couldn't help asking Zheng Zhifeng next to him, "What is this guy talking about?"

As soon as he asked, he saw Zheng Zhifeng's face turning black... She was obviously coated with thick white powder, but her face was so dark that it could not even cover the white powder. The blackness was directly outward, just like black smoke...

"Wow, you look very bad!" Yi Yun was sweating profusely.

Zheng Zhifeng had a dark face of 569, and the fourth-level waste system said: "This damn warrior, he actually said I was a wandering girl!"

"Is the Younniao a shrimp bowl cake?" Yi Yun asked for advice humbly.

"Younniao is a prostitute!" Zheng Zhifeng jumped up: "It's outrageous. You dare to say that I am a prostitute! I'm obviously dressed as a princess, Your Highness!"

When Yi Yun heard this, he burst out laughing: "Well, you, a woman from a female pirate, are full of tough temperament. She is indeed not like the Princess of Fusang. If you ask me, Your Highness the Princess should be a woman like my Shicai. She is good at being good at sesame, and you are quiet and gentle. She looks like a woman with excellent cultivation. That is the princess in the minds of men."

"Even if I don't look like a princess, I can't treat me as a wandering girl! Why do you think of me as a vulgar and shameless woman..." Zheng Zhifeng was furious: "I am still a yellow girl!"

"Well, don't complain so much. We are pretending to be a prostitute!" Chen Yuanyuan interrupted: "As long as we can successfully hide our identity, our assassins in Sanjiang Pavilion never mind being regarded as prostitutes. For the sake of convenience, I have always disguised as prostitutes. I also won the title of courtesan from Qinhuai River, haha!"

Zheng Zhifeng was unhappy: 569, fourth-level waste system "You can accept being treated as a prostitute, I can't, hum. I am a woman with a slender heart, not as thick as you."

"Slim?" Yi Yun and Chen Yuanyuan sweated heavily. Where is this female pirate slender? Hasn't it been nonsensical all the time?

The three of them were just talking and laughing. They forgot the Fusang samurai opposite. The samurai was furious. In his eyes, the man and the two women in front of him must not be noble people, because their temperament is really bad, they must be civilians. (This chapter is uploaded by netizens) In Fusang, the samurai class is a heavenly and underground identity compared to the civilian class. The samurai can kill civilians at will for no reason, and will not be punished. Therefore, he put himself in a condescending position. Therefore, when he saw the two wandering girls brought by Yi Yun were beautiful. He wanted to get them back and have fun, he walked up to ask for the woman casually. He thought that as soon as he opened his mouth, the other party would send the woman to him obediently, but he didn't expect that he would not dump him at all and joke in words he couldn't understand.

"You three, dare to ignore me?" The samurai was furious: "And you actually joked there in dialects that I couldn't understand. Damn, where are you talking? Satsuma, Kansai, Muo dialect? Damn, let me use Kyoto accent that I can understand!"

The so-called Kyoto accent is similar to the Mandarin in later generations. Except for the closed people in the mountains, as long as they are Fusang people, they will speak a few Kyoto accents, which is considered a common language in the country.

He was yelling there, which made Zheng Zhifeng angry. This female pirate is not a good man. She looked around and found that this place was just the outer periphery of Kyotocho. There were no pedestrians around, only a cherry blossom forest with petals floating on it. So she hummed: "It seems that there is no one else around here!"

Chen Yuanyuan nodded: "Well, there is no other person, I don't feel the breath of living people around me."

Zheng Zhifeng smiled and said, "Then there is no problem..." She suddenly reached out and took the long package hanging from behind to her, and pointed it at the warrior's chest.

The warrior was stunned and said angrily: "You wandering girl, how dare you disrespect the warrior?"

Before he could finish his speech, the long wrap on Zheng Zhifeng's hand suddenly opened, revealing a beautiful rifle.

"Ah? You..."

"Bang!" A gunshot sounded, and a big hole was opened in the warrior's chest and fell backwards to death.

Zheng Zhifeng will repack the rifle in the future and hummed, "You dare to be disrespectful to me, it will be ruined."

"Wow, it's so violent, I actually kill someone if I disagree!" Yi Yun screamed sarcastically.

"Okay, my husband, stop making trouble. This guy must kill him, otherwise he will definitely cause trouble for us." Chen Yuanyuan spread his hands: "Kyomachi is really unfriendly to us. He has to kill someone as soon as he comes. It's really an unpleasant place. Let's reconsider the method of disguising him. If he still dresses as a samurai and a princess, he might have to kill him in."

"Well..." Yi Yun took off the samurai sword hanging on his waist and threw it on the ground, leaving only a rib in his arms, sighing: "I'd better dress up as the son of a businessman. It seems that the only one is the most suitable one."

Chen Yuanyuan smiled charmingly: "I like to play a prostitute, so I can keep it unchanged." She deliberately pulled the collar of the kimono to both sides, revealing her shoulders a little more, which looked more sexy than before, and was even less like His Royal Highness the Princess. And she no longer had to pretend to be reserved, and she softened her whole body and hugged Yi Yun's arm in a charming way: "My husband, this way, you look like my beloved...hahaha..."

"Then, what am I going to be a good person?" Zheng Zhifeng knelt: "I will definitely not pretend to be a prostitute."

"If you don't pretend to be a prostitute, there is nothing else to dress up!" Yi Yunxing said gloatingly: "In this era, women are hiding at home, more conservative than Da Mengguo. Women who show off outside have only prostitutes except princess, and you have nothing else to dress up."

"No, I saw Aguo and the others in Izumo who were also women, didn't they also go around?" Zheng Zhifeng said seriously: "How about I dress up as a witch?"

"How can there be a witch with dark skin like you!" Yi Yun snorted: "When you were a pirate, the sun was too much."

Zheng Zhifeng: “…”

"So you pretend to be my bodyguard." Yi Yun laughed and said, "Don't all the businessmen in Fusang want to hire bodyguards? Since you don't want to pretend to be a prostitute, just pretend to be a male bodyguard and change to wearing men's clothes. Tsk tsk, with your dark skin, it should look very similar."

"You are so dark!" Zheng Zhifeng was furious: "Don't say that women have dark skin, don't you understand the slender woman's heart?"

"Okay, that's it." Yi Yun laughed and said, "From now on, my name is Long Xiangtian, a businessman from Dameng Country. Your name is Zheng Hongkui, my bodyguard. The Yuanyuan girl is called... um... I think about it... cough cough... just call it Chen Chunhua. I bought the courtesan by me for money. It's better to use this kind of identity."

"I protest!" Chen Yuanyuan sweated: "If you don't want a name like Chunhua, you can die."

"That's Li Cuihua?"

"I don't want Cuihua either!" Chen Yuanyuan sweated heavily.

"Where is Zhang Guihua?"

"Why do you always use the name of a country girl?"

"This is the setting! Setting!" Yi Yun snorted: "The world view of the otaku always has a set model. For example, the rich lady must have a stingy personality. The neighbor next door must be a childhood sweetheart girl of the same age or one or two years younger. The prostitutes who travel with him must be poor and poor village girls before selling themselves... Well... it's almost like this anyway... Don't be willful, just choose one of these names for me!"

"No, don't die!" Chen Yuanyuan sweated: "You don't abide by the settings yourself, right? You obviously pretended to be a businessman, so why did you use a name like Long Xiangtian? Shouldn't you be called Li Fugui, Zhang Daqian, and Wang Mangguan?"

Yi Yun hummed and said, "I'm not using the businessman mode, but the protagonist mode! As a protagonist, his name is not Long Aotian, Long Jingtian, Long Potian, Long Dingtian, Long Xiangtian... I'm not worthy of being the protagonist! In addition, let me tell you one more thing, even if the protagonist's name, behavior, and ideas are not in line with the setting, the supporting characters will not find it strange! For example, if you can run a giant enterprise at one year old, it is impossible in reality? But in Qidian novels, Hum, the supporting characters will not only not feel strange, but will be shocked by the protagonist's domineering aura and fall obediently under the protagonist's diapers... This is the protagonist's strength."

Chen Yuanyuan sweated: "My husband, are you not sick? Why did you suddenly become a little weird?"

Yi Yun coughed: "Of course I'm not sick. I just suddenly found out that there are three choice branches: Nobunaga Line, Emperor Line, and Dominance Line, but I can't use the method of archive reading to play all the branches. It feels a bit difficult to choose... Well, the real world is indeed different from the world of otakus... Don't worry about me, it will be fine after a while."

Chen Yuanyuan sweated heavily, turned around and said to Zheng Zhifeng, "Do you understand what your husband is talking about?"

"I didn't understand either! Although I was speaking Da Mengyu, the content was not like the language of Da Mengyu..."

Yi Yun was regretting and sighing, and suddenly, he heard the sound of a long-lost major transfer system in his mind: "Ding... Because of resonance with the host's home-based soul... The locked waste-based fourth-level profession is now unlocked... You can be promoted to a new profession... Radio Clan..."

"Ah? Xiami Dongdong?" Yi Yun was shocked, and then he was full of vigil. It turned out that he had already practiced the third-level waste system to 100% proficiency through the "Otaku" skill, but for some reason, there was no prompt to upgrade to the fourth level, but he suddenly could...

He couldn't help but realize that he had come to this world for a long time, and he was less and less like an otaku. Because his home soul was already insufficient, the system refused to upgrade for him. This time he was moved by the branch route, and his home soul returned a little bit, and finally opened the road to promotion for the home system.

But...What is the radio wave family?!!!
Chapter completed!